The Life of an outcast

[sn!p3r]

(( This story is basically about a LSF agent, who is assigned to go undercover as an outcast where he will have to endure the outcast ways, in order to fulfill his mission, please PM me comments, and feedback))

It all began, that one day.. March 1st 812, I was a navy pilot back then, and was for about 4 years. We received a distress call from an ageria transport in the California system, it was under attack by lane hackers.

It wasn't long before i was in my ship, along with my wingmen. We took off from Newark, setting a course to the distress call signal. We arrived about 20 minutes later, the back of the transport was gone, along with 2 of the 3 cargo pods. The escort fighters trying to make a stand, fighting bravely, but dropping like flies. Stanley Jackson, the wing leader, ordered us to engage. I had known Stanley since we attended west point. We never really got to know each other until we graduated. And here we were, about to risk our lives for liberty.

We saw 11 hostile contacts, all in stilettos. The escorts were unable to deal hardly any damage, so we told them to get the transport out of there. Cruise disruptors and missiles fired from the ships, destroying what was left of the engine. The fight was tense, the lane hackers we still attacking the escort ships, ignoring us. Activating my weapons i engaged the nearest one, he broke off and fought back.

Our weapons engaged on each others ships, my shield was the first to fail, and his weapons were ripping apart my hull. I had one choice, which was to use one of my two missiles. I looked at the pilot in the stiletto as i fired the missile. It was like slow motion, for a quick second we just stared into each others eyes, i watched the flames erupt in his ship, he didn't scream, just stared until there was nothing left to see.

I was just sitting there, thinking of what i had just saw. A yell crashed my daydream, it was Jackson, His left wing was shot off, I rushed up near the fighter attacking him, and fired my last missile, destroying his ship. "Next one is on me" Jackson said cheerfully. We engaged the rest, this time, they were the ones dropping like flies. As i held the trigger, my vengeances pummeled through the stilettos taking them down one at a time, until there was one left. Which scattered quickly. We called up repair crews to get that transport out of there, and recover what was left of the supplies in the transport. It was a good day, but i still remember that face.. That calm face, that showed no fear as he died.

// more to come..